Today is my father’s name’s day, St David of Wales. He loved St. David for as long as I can remember. Every March I (St. David’s Day) Dad would bring home daffodils to the house and we would remember St. David of Wales. When he and mom went to Wales the time they spent at St. David’s was always so very important to both of them. When Dad became an Orthodox priest, he took the name David in honor of this saint. Today is a day I remember my daddy. Some other days I set aside for memorial are mixed. Dad died in June - the month of his birth, and Father’s Day. It’s a rough month. In June, all his natural days of remembrance come on top of each other that often times I do not feel I have little a chance to catch my breath and move forward. Today is the day I like to remember my daddy. For me it is a more quiet day of memory when I can take my time and feel my way through it. I buy daffodils and remember my dad as my dad and all his funny whimsical ways. Sometimes we can take the time and remember those we love when there’s little pressure to do so. Sometimes the anniversary of the death or birthday can be so difficult. Sometimes it can be nice to set aside a time where all we need do is to remember the person we love because we love them and nothing more.